go west

It’s like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I’ve been freed from the oppressive regime of culture and counter culture. I am free to be anti-social media, spreading chaos and happiness with the stroke of a pen.

As I struggle out of the amniotic fluid and fill my lungs with air, I’m reminded that we’re all short for this world. And so I’m going to do the best I can with what’s left of my time. Deep.